Isabella Lestrange

Champions

When that class ended, I pretty much ran out of the room. I couldn't stand to be in there any longer. It was madness. I had completely left Draco alone with his friends, but he was fine. I made my way upstairs to my favorite tower, where the windowsill was. It was the windowsill I had sat in the night I watched Sirius Run. I was ditching my other classes, I couldn't stand to be in a classroom at the moment. I watched as it began to thunderstorm. The clouds swarmed over the castle and lightning struck near. I thought it was actually quite beautiful.

"Oh, I had no idea anyone else would be up here." I spun around to see the blonde guy from last night.

"Yes. Well now you do." I stated uninterestedly. I watched him laugh and make his way up to me. He stood at least a foot away from me. He had to be around the same height as Draco or a little taller. He had light blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was cute, but Draco was more attractive.

"Name's Lukas." He smiled arrogantly as he offered his hand out for me to shake. I looked at his hand then back to his smirking face.

"Bella." I introduced not touching his hand. His smile widened as he noticed my slight lack of interest. 

"So, what are you doing up here all alone?" He asked sitting down on the end of the windowsill near my feet.

"Wanting to be, alone." I answered exaggerating the word 'alone' as I went back to looking out the window.

"You're a slytherin." He stated.

"Wonder what gave that away?" I smirked sarcastically rolling my eyes and turning towards him.

"I hear Slytherin girls are bad." He smirked scooting closer towards me.

"Oh really?" I stated seductively smirking at him. I had an idea forming of how to get rid of this guy. But I knew I looked goofy for it. I gestured with my finger for him to come closer.

"Wanna see how bad I can be?" I asked smirking as I leaned forwards slightly. His eyes widened as he began to move closer towards me. With my other hand I grabbed the closest thing to me, just so happened to be an old potions text book. Once he was close enough I swung the book up hitting him square in the face. He cried out and grabbed his face, I stood up and began laughing. As I walked away I could still hear him calling out after me.

"I think I love you!"

A few days later the entire school, plus the two others that had been joining us for the year were gathered in the Great Hall that held the Goblet of Fire. I sat next to Draco with his arm draped over my shoulder. I looked across from me to see Lukas glaring daggers at Draco. He didn't seem to see it, or even care if he did.

"Now the moment you all have been waiting for. The champions selection." Dumbledore addressed. He put out the lights with his magic for dramatic effect. And made his way to the Goblet. He held his hand up and we watched as the blue fire turned a bright red, and a small piece of parchment flew from the clay goblet. He caught it swiftly and unfolded to reveal the name.

"The Durmstrang champion, is Victor Krum!" Dumbledore shouted. All of the males from Durmstrang began to cheer as Victor stood up. Him and Lukas hugged each other tightly, longer then anyone else. They were probably close friends. Victor shook Dumbledore's hand and stood off to the side, where the other champions would soon wait. Again, another piece of parchment shot from the flames into the headmaster's hand.

"The champion for Beauxbatons' s is Fleur Delacour!" The females from the other school all stood up and cheered as a beautiful blonde girl stood up and made her way to Dumbledore. She shook his hand and walked towards Victor. Then the last piece of parchment shot from the fire.

"The Hogwarts champion is Cedric Diggory!" Dumbledore cheered. All of the students of Hogwarts stood up and cheered, except the Slytherins. This included myself. Cedric was an all around nice guy, he was a Hufflepuff. He was also very attractive and athletic. Cedric stood up and shook Dumbledore's hand then stood besides Fleur. The fire returned back to its usual blue.

"Excellent! Now we have our three champions!" Dumbledore concluded throwing his arms out in welcoming.

"But in the end,  only one will go down in history. Only one will hoist this chalice of champions. This vessel of victory! The Triwizard Cup!" Dumbledore cheered turning around and pointing to Crouch who had walked out with a large object covered with a drape. He ripped the sheet off to reveal a shiny blue and silver chalice. It was beautiful. I gasped as the fire changed to a firing red color again. Another piece of parchment shot out higher and stronger then all the others. Dumbledore looked at it carefully before his eyes slightly widened. He mumbled something nobody could quite here.

"Harry Potter?" He asked in confusion. I looked down to see Harry sinking in his spot. I laughed and pointed at him showing to Dumbledore where he was. Harry looked up at me and glared.

"Harry Potter!" He shouted. You could hear the slight anger in his voice that he tried to mask. How was it possible, Dumbledore had placed a barrier around the goblet of  prevention of entering unless seventeen or older. Hermione shoved Harry up and he slowly began to walk forward. He didn't shake Dumbledore's hand or anything, just walked up to the front with the rest of the champions.

"He's a cheat!" Someone called out from the crowd.

"He's not even seventeen yet!" A child called out from the crowd. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. We were all dismissed and the champions were taken to the back to discuss their first challenge.